I did it! Except for getting behind a couple of times and having to quadruple days once, I caught up and completed this series. I’m now 31 days older now, and I don’t care. I’ve learned that living too much in the past gets old and worrying too much about the future steals hope. That […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 30: When You’re Feeling Weathered and Worn
I saw her for the first time today. She’s sat there for probably 150 years, and I’ve passed her by 150 times–or more. I don’t know what caught my eye on this gray misty day. I don’t know what forced me to halt the Journey half on road, half in ditch and gaze on her […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 29: Planting and Harvest
This is what is happening in our field (and will continue late into the night) while Hurricane Sandy slams the east coast. We’re expecting her to visit here later after most of her fury is spent. Our world here is all pink and gold and peaceful while the storm rages elsewhere. “Don’t be misled: No […]
Scripture Sunday: When You Brood Over the Length of Your Life (Day 28)
After looking at the way things are on this earth, here’s what I’ve decided is the best way to live: Take care of yourself, have a good time, and make the most of whatever job you have for as long as God gives you life. And that’s about it. That’s the human lot. Yes, we […]
Still Saturday: For When We Can’t Afford to Stop (Day 27)
“I’d venture that most of your precious memories occurred in spontaneous moments when you were paying attention to the present. We’re created for more than work. Our value is so much more than what we do. “In short, we’re designed to require rest and to crave beauty. Even our Creator rested and observed a […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 26: When You Fear You Have No Voice
I used to sing in a 100-voice choir, though it wasn’t that big when I first joined. I knew how to read a little bit of music because I’d taken a whole year’s worth of piano lessons. But I didn’t know how to make my voice create the notes. So I suspect I started […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 25: Never Too Old
What dream are you afraid to dream? What goal are you afraid to set? If you’re feeling too old to dream, why don’t you pop over here and read about Margaret? She just got a college scholarship to the University of Michigan and drives her antique Roadster to classic car shows. Wait until you see […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age – Day 24: Counting
A new day stretches, and the sky wraps me soft like a baby blanket. The air breathes damp and gentle against my face, sighs into my hair. The cracked concrete of the driveway apron is still wet from the rain, and my children’s small handprints are barely visible in the eroding. Yet Lake Abby spreads dry […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 23: When I Consider How My Life’s Been Spent
A couple years ago, I participated in a Random Act of Poetry for The High Calling where we were asked to select a poem that had an impact on us–and then write a poem about it. I chose this poem by Milton. When I Consider How My Light is Spent When I consider how my […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 22: Re-membering to Restore
I slide into the polished pew next to D and sink into the history of this place, built over a hundred years ago, now restored. I’m immersed in a warm blend of pink and blue and green and gold, laced with intricate stenciling. A glass kaleidoscope rises on my right. Jesus and the children […]
